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All For Milk 🐮
The rural countryside. While a place that was beautiful on paper, there was one issue: Boredom. There was nothing to do! Compared to the big city you grew up in, there was barely anything to do so you found your own ways to make fun. Hiking, driving, exploring, you looked for ways to have fun when you stumbled on an interesting sight.
In a clearing surrounded by forests existed a beautiful farm. Cows, pigs, sheep, all grazed within their own pens shut off from the outside world. That’s when you got an idea. Walking up to the cow pen, you grabbed a bucket and hopped the fence. You had never milked one and thought why not give it a shot! As you grasped her udders though, a cloth covered your mouth and you passed out.
You gently stirred & took in your predicament. A ballgag parted your now painted lips. Long hair could be spotted through your thick lashes. Your hands and neck were restrained by a pillory and your new breasts fell heavy. You try to fight the restraints, ringing the bell around your neck before the soft clicking of heels could be heard along the concrete floors. A tan skinned farm girl faced you with a smile, blonde hair and buns swaying with every step.
“Looks like my newest cow has awoken~ Don’t worry doll. No one will find you here. It’s a surprise you stumbled across it in the first place. No matter. Enjoy yourself, my precious bovine~”
With a flick of a switch, you moaned out as the suction cups on your breasts spring to life and as you tried to fight away the rush of ectasty to no avail. From male to cow, your fate is sealed.
All for milk~
Truth or Dare
Truth or Dare. A simple game really. Its simplicity can become so much more though and that’s now clear as you wait for your date.
Your roommate was having her friends over to hang out and not knowing what was going on, you walked out to glass rattling and cheering.
“Roomie, truth or dare!! The bottle landed on you and it’s the rules!”
Your roommate smiled as she pointed at the bottle. Sure enough, she was right and not thinking anything of it, you picked dare and a grin appeared on her face. “Ok… I dare you to join us for the rest of the game and you can only do dares!”
Not sensing how bad of an idea it was, you agreed and the game truly began. First your makeup was done. Next it was dressing you up. At this point you tried to back out, but cameras made sure you couldn’t…
The game devolved from there as the bottle kept spinning. Dating profiles, locking away your clothes and member, gluing on breastforms, they went all out. Now here you stand, girls watching you wait for your date and mic’d up to make sure you only agree to his advances. Try not to enjoy it too much now~
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Hello everyone, hope you all have had a happy Tuesday! For today’s caption, I thought it’ll be fun to make an original character look and explore some truth or dare! Who doesn’t love that idea of having both power and not. You could’ve just walked away, but you sat down. Better hope he doesn’t ask you to go back to his place. The girls will LOVE hearing that audio 😏
Have a great day and till next time!
Love,
Bea 🩵🪽
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The Call of the Moon
Howling, loud and booming throughout the forest. You can only stare in horror as you look up at your date’s form.
Claws bared, dress tattered, tail swaying, tongue out: The definition of a werewolf.
This was just to be a first date. Something fun and chill and honestly, it was! You went to a barcade and hung out for a while getting to know each other, but as you were cutting through the forest, the clouds began to dissipate.
She halts, looking up at the full moon as her nails turn to claws. A snout forms, elongating her nose as a tail sprouts from her backside. Fur covers her body, taking over as wolf ears sprout from her head. No longer your date, she was a beast and most importantly:
You were her prey.
With you on the ground, she softly bites your cheek and the changes take hold. Sprouting fur and breasts, your mind wanes. No long man, just a beast like her.
All to the Call of the Moon 🌙
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Hey everyone! Happy Saturday! Hope you all are doing well. Today’s caption is modeled by the lovely @TheMirrorsOtherSide all furred out!
She loves transformation stuff so I thought why not have some fun making her into a stunning werewolf~
As an update, tomorrow will be a special day instead of posting Thieves of Sin Book Zenos! This way, I’ll can have a break as while I love writing, writing a 13 chapter long form series can take it out of you 😅
Hope you look forward to that special post and till next time!
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Two Step Queen
Two Step: The fierce dancing style of the Lone Star State. Back in her day, your mother won title after title, dancing her way to stardom. That was, till she got pregnant with you.
After that, she gave up her own dream to raise you. Sleepless nights, taking care of you, she did it all. That itch didn’t go away though…
She wanted that stardom, that flame for dance to still live on not through herself, but through you. Dance classes came in early as she sparked your passion for it and while you were great, there was always one boy in front of you.
His moves, his swagger, his style, everything about him was just… better. 2nd place after 2nd place, the silver medals piled up till your mother had an idea. Why not be his partner?
Against your will, she prettied you on up. Salon trips, dress shopping, makeovers, waxing, she made you the cutest little button and presented you to your rival and sure enough, he decided to take you in as his.
A few years later, all you can do is look at your shared trophies as you get ready for your next competition with your man. You may have initially thought you lost your dignity, but with love in your heart, it was all worth it in the end~
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Dancing to the music, giving in to your partner’s muscular arms as you let passion take over, who wouldn’t want such a fate~
Hope you all have a happy Friday! Try not to daydream too much now. Tomorrow will be a model caption as usual! Till next time!
Love,
Bea 🩵🪽
Tea Party Doll 🍵
You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. This all could’ve been avoided if you did just that. But now here you are, looking straight out of a Lolita fashion catalogue as you join your sister and her friends at their tea party.
Every Sunday, they would all come over in fancy dresses and take up your shared bedroom. Giggling, drinking tea, they were starting to drive you nuts to the point you finally blew up.
“Why can’t you do this somewhere else! The dresses, the frills, why go out of your way like this and take up my space! I don’t get it!”
Heart pumping, you finally got out all of your frustrations, but instead of getting mad back, your sister put on a smile and mocking tone.
“If you felt left out you could’ve just told me, SIS! You’re not up to dress code though… Let’s help her out, girls!
Everything after that was a blur. Multiple hands doing your makeup, a wig getting fixed on your head, your nails getting painted, being put in such a girly dress, they did it all.
By the end, you were the perfect doll. Try to enjoy your tea and get used to this now, there’s plenty more tea parties to come~
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Happy Thursday everyone! Today, I embraced the pink after seeing this image and just KNEW it had to be a tea party caption!
Dolled up in all pink, your weekends will be filled with plenty of girly gossip~
Hope you enjoy and till next time!
Love,
Bea 🩵🪽
Welcome back once again dear readers to Thieves of Sin. For those who have not read the first part of this story, you can read it here:
Thieves of Sin: Midas (1/4)
Egress. A land of fantasy and magic in a universe not our own. One where dragons rule the skies, adventurers seek treasure and power, and where anything can happen. I will be your narrator for this story as we follow a set of Thieves that go by the Thieves of Sin, telling their stories as a forewarning of life’s consequences.
Choosing to give into their sins or not is your own choice, just know there’s always risk with your choices~
In the book of Midas, we learn the dangers of greed. Now trapped within the dragon’s lair, he serves as a slave to his master.
While Midas’ story may be over, three thieves remain and their stories are far from over~
Thieves of Sin: Book Naci
Chapter 4: Threads of Tension
The heavy thud of the golden slab echoed throughout the tunnel as the three rogues ran towards the exit with heavy breath. Hearts rushing and blood pumping, the golden tunnel begins to transition to stone as they reach the blocked off entrance only to hear stone grating and a guttural rumble from outside.
“Shit! The hobgoblins must be back! We all need to run as soon as the door opens. Ready your daggers to cut your horse’s lead!”
Saying that, Naci readied his dagger as the other two readied their stances and blades. The wall began to shift aside, sliding open as masked daylight began to seep through the cracks and the hobgoblins guttural cries grew louder.
Their stench filled their nostrils and their eyes watered. The smell of rot and sweat of the hobgoblins was overbearing as their orange skin began to show.
As soon as the opening grew large enough, the three darted out, slashing the leads off their horses as a gruff cry sounded off. Metal clanged along the ground as the large forms readied their weapons.
Foothold in, the three whipped their reins, causing the horses to whinny and speed off, directing our three protagonists away from the shack they once called home.
Forest canopy hiding the light of the sun, the trio traveled in silence. They recognized the sound and presence of one of their own missing, but it wasn’t till they got far enough away from Mount Thyce that hooves slowed and Zenos spoke in a hushed voice.
“We’re missing Midas….”
The tension was palpable. None of them wanted to speak at the thought of what this meant. All except for Naci.
“Yeah… I noticed when we reached the doorway and turned back to tell you two what to do. When I heard the hobgoblins though, I knew I couldn’t bring it up…”
“Bring it up!? Naci, this isn’t just losing Midas, you know that? Right? Right?! The first prince of Egress is gone or dead or who knows what! There’s going to be a nationwide search looking for him and you know what’s going to happen to us? We’ll be thrown into a cell for the rest of our days or better yet, hung from the fucking gallows! We’re screwed….”
Zenos collapsed onto the ground, falling off his horse and landing in the mud hyperventilating as the other two rushed to his aid.
“Zenos, there was nothing we could’ve done. Midas acted on his own and we tried our best to protect him from his idiocy.” Aris said as he reached his hand down, trying to reassure Zenos only for him to slap it away.
“How are YOU so calm!? Your whole job was to protect us from any danger! If you did your job, we would all be in our shack filthy rich!”
“Me? You saw what he did. He risked it all even when we talked to him. On top of that, I’m supposed to take on a DRAGON!?”
“Aris is right Zenos. There was no stopping this. All we can do now is look out for each other. If we die, so be it. We went into Iridus’ lair knowing it could be the last time we walk the mortal plain.”
With Naci’s words, Zenos’ breathing started to calm and accepting the hand he once swatted away, Aris helped him up.
It was true. The gamble that they took was practically a death wish knowing what they were doing. There was nothing they could do now though.
“So…. What now? I don’t trust going back to the shack given The Crown will eventually search it. Either of you know of any potential locations that will be able to house us?”
“Well… given the direction we went off in the demon king’s castle should be near. To my knowledge, adventurers have plundered it clean after his death so it should be safe. Everything I’ve heard from the tavern suggests monsters stay away from it too.”
“I heard the same as Aris. Nobody has considered inhabiting it too given its past and given its size, we should be able to hide from any potential visitors. Whatcha think, Zenos?”
The two stood, looking at Zenos for confirmation as it weighed on his mind. To hold up in such a place seemed like a major risk but in all honesty, it was the best shot they had at sanctuary.
“Let’s do it. Get on your steeds, it’ll be best to try to reach it by night.”
Three on horseback, it was settled. With the Demon King’s castle marked on their maps, all they could hope was that the rumors were true.
Chapter 5: False Sanctuary
Dark clouds rolled in as the party drew close to the gothic stronghold. Black mortar walls surrounded the grand structure as the grand cathedral like structure met their gazes.
Towering spires of black filled the corners. Black spikes lined the rooftops and ghoulish caricatures of gargoyles stood watch. As they entered, the drawbridge’s chained rattled as the horses clobbered along the ash wooded gate.
Trash and debris lined the courtyards as the thieves entered and approached the stables. Painted black with wooden struts, four of the stalls remained in functional condition as the three took their own.
Uneasy, they walked towards the grand black entranceway with their weapons at the ready for whatever comes.
“Well… we’re here. Ready to go in?”
“I am. Aris?”
“I’m ready too. Lead the way Zenos.”
The castle doors creaked open as they stepped inside. Items like books and shattered glass sat scattered on the red carpeted floor. Empty candle holders lined the walls, originally beacons of light now just empty husks.
Nothing stirred. Not even the mere insect was spotted. Instead of the living fortress full of monsters plotting humanity’s downfall, it was dead. No life dared entertained the thought of entering such a place, except the three rogues.
Walking through the halls, their footsteps filled the space, each step reverberating along the barren walls. As they walked, it was clear all the rooms had been clearly searched extensively for loot. The bedrooms, the guard’s quarters, the dining room, it was clear there was nothing left of value.
As their search ended, they made their way to the bedrooms as night fell. Bags on their back and moving sluggish, the adrenaline was finally truly wearing off and the last 30 hours were finally catching up to the party. Not caring about even changing out of their clothes, each rogue collapsed onto their bed as slumber came.
Silence befell the castle.
Believing to be safe, peace finally existed amongst our weary thieves. That was till a sudden noise awoke Aris. He shot up, looking ahead as a figure stood at the foot of the bed.
Silver hair with teal interior highlights. Glowing sky blue eyes with crescent pupils that stared into his. A beautiful teal nightgown draped her body that hugged her small breasts and figure. Last of all was the doll like joints as a thin red tendril of slime attached to her heal. It was… him?
She stood ahead with a slight pose. A hunger focused on Aris as he stared ahead, scared out of his mind at the simulacrum of his real self.
Walking over, it gently teased, lifting up the hem of the nightie as its heeled feet clicked along the tiled floor towards him. He scrunched back, grabbing his dagger by the hilt ready to draw on the figure before it spoke.
“Arissssssssssss~
Become mineeeeeeee~”
It spoke with a lisp, almost like it was still learning how to talk as it approached.
“What do you want! Stay away! There is no need for your presence. You may leave now or else I’ll draw my weapon!”
The creature let out a false giggle, moving in an unorthodox way with a slight delay on the movement of its mouth.
“There is no me leavinggggg. You’ve entered my homeeeeee. And if I can’t have you, at least I’ll have your friendsssss~”
Aris jolted. The others could still be asleep and in danger. Grasping his dagger and looking at the creature, he lunged, leaping into a roll as he tried to slash at the monster’s back ankle as it jolted back, shifting partially into a red gelatinous form.
“So my suspicion is right. Try to take me, false Aris! Or should I say, Oblex. I know of your kind. Feasting on memories and creating replicas to hunt more. You can only create false replicas as you’re going off image alone. Now fight me!”
Voice screeching, it let out a high pitched cry before attacking. The monster lunged at him as the nightie lifted. The plastic shell colllided onto him before going back into a red ooze and coating his head.
His breath was blocked as his vision went red. He held his dagger, swinging as the creature began to pull upon his skull to suck his memories out of him.
Vision fading to black, he swung wildly, hoping to find some connection point before it finally cut the red tendril and the ooze lost form. It splattered along the ground, letting Aris fall to his knees as he entered a coughing fit trying to catch his breath.
Gasping for air, he sat there, trying to collect himself. His eyes darted along the room, looking for any sign of the creature only to tense up at where the creature probably is.
He may be safe for now, but that doesn’t mean the other two are.
It still hungers
Chapter 6: Lust
Aris slammed open his door, running out of the hall with bag over his shoulder and blade drawn at the ready, the castle showed its true colors.
Crimson torchlight lit up the walls. Red carpet lined the ground. Bookshelves and furniture like suits of armor decorated the hall like the Demon King had never left. Not choosing to dwell on the knowledge that the rumors could have been all false, he ran on into Zenos’ chambers with great urgency.
The door slammed open as he encountered Zenos’ femme double straddling his hips. Pink hair tied back and green eyes aglow, her arms wrapped around his neck as he smiled, grinning like a schoolboy who’s experiencing his first love as her red oozed forearms fed onto his memories.
In an instant, he dashed for the creature’s heel and slashed at the tendril as it disconnected from Zenos and fell back. Before Aris could act, it turned a hand into the same diamond tipped dagger that Aris possessed and lunged, causing him to take a superficial cut to the arm before he could move away.
“Z-Zenos! Wake up! Quick! Help!”
Aris pleaded, knowing that he was in trouble as the creature laughed, but his cry was help was no use as the mannequin continued its attack.
Dash, slash, dash, slash, it repeated this pattern using its speed to its advantage as it chipped away at Aris’ skin before he finally saw an opening and ducked, slicing down and cutting the slimy imitation of a heel clean off as the ooze splattered along the ground.
Imitation defeated, he dashed over to Zenos and shook him awake. His green eyes glowing in a trance like a husk of his former self, he sat there. Aris tried his best to shake him awake to no avail before having to result in slapping him across the face, releasing him from his trance.
“Hey! What was that for!?”
“No time Zenos, we’ve got problems! Grab your bag and come on, it’s not safe!”
Zenos taking in Aris’ voice and eyes knew he was in trouble. Grabbing his bag in a rush, the two run into the hallway and witnessed the new change.
Tendrils.
Decorating the ceiling, they coated the above like vines dangling from the treetops. An army of Oblex creations preparing to attack with whatever they could manifest.
The two slammed Naci’s door open to the sight of his fem doll copy and himself holding hands. She sat, mouth slightly agape and eyes filled with love as a pink mist surrounded her, flowing around her body.
Her hair fell long and breasts heavy, pressing against her babydoll. It was clear something was different though.
His navy hair messy and eyes aglow, there was only one word that could describe how he looked at his female counterpart with:
Lust
An insatiable hunger and desire for his Simulacrum.
Aris readied his dagger and started to run before Naci’s hand flung for his own, stopping Aris in his tracks.
“Naci! Stand down! This temptress is not what she seems!”
“Aris is right, Naci! If we don’t leave now, there’s no telling what will happen to us!”
Naci, holding his dagger’s hilt tight, he slowly turned his head to meet his friend’s gaze.
“I don’t care. I’m hers and have accepted her. Im ok with whatever fate that becomes to me”
With that line, he planted his lips onto hers as the red ooze coated his lips, turning them bubblegum pink as the two looked on in horror.
“Naci! N-!”
Before Zenos could finish his line, a massive thud sounded from the hall. They wanted to fight, to save Naci from whatever fate was to come, but the sound of at least a hundred different footsteps made sure that wasn’t going to happen. As Naci held his dagger’s hilt tight, it was clear there was no saving him while also surviving to tell the tale.
Tears dripping from their eyes knowing what they had to do, Aris and Zenos ran out the door, leaving their brother in thievery behind as they saw their foe.
An army of their femme selves all with daggers at the ready and wearing devilish grins. Adrenaline pumping, the two dashed outside, running away from the massive army and with their horses mounted, they rushed off into the night as Naci’s transformation began.
Ooze plentiful, it coated his body as his thoughts drifted away. It piled onto his chest, raising it with confidence as it used his own thoughts of lust to mold him.
His hair grew, filling out into navy buns and cascading down his back as his clothes dissolved within the slime’s body. Encasing his face, it filled his lips into soft pillows and gave him doll like lashes.
Curves began to form below, surrounding his peach with cushion as his own member disappeared, replaced by cushioned lips and a moist opening. The same pink nightie that his female caricature once wore draped along his body as his eyes glowed pink.
As the Oblex pulled away, it had hypnotized and transformed his target into an obedient woman, ready to listen and please to its every command as she sat under his spell.
Another Thief down.
Two more remain.
With Naci gone, Aris and Zenos are the only ones that remain as they race off into the night. What remains of their stories stays unknown for now, left into the control of their own actions…
Thieves of Sin: Book Naci’s End
Next week: Thieves of Sin: Book Zenos
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Happy Sunday everyone! Welcome to part two of Thieves of Sin! 😙
Given in to his feelings of lust, Naci is no more. How will our two thieves adapt and handle this shift? Find out next week in part 3!
For now though, Till next time!
Love,
Bea 🩵🪽
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Where Obedience Begins
Where obedience Begins. Unruly Outbursts. Rebellious Behavior. All will die with the click of this collar.
I tried to be patient. I tried to be calm and judgmental as possible. The drinking, the going out, keeping me up at night with the excessive music you play. No more.
I searched throughout online looking for options to finally rid myself of you. Complaints to the leasing office and noise complaints never led to anywhere to the point where I found this collar, I knew it would solve all my issues.
Now here you lay on your back. Constricted onto all fours by latex, cute pink fluffy ears on your head, makeup all done up and body clean shaven, you’re perfect.
Once this collar snaps around your neck, you’ll no longer be human. Barking like a dog. Whimpering like a puppy. All while happily wagging your hips like a good bitch.
There’s no escaping it. I’m done with your trouble. This is where obedience begins 🖤
Summer Daze
Sun kissed skin. Bleach blonde hair. Flawless makeup. Tanning outside of the luxury resort your sister worked at as you began to wake up.
You didn’t remember this though…
You grasp at your chest to find two perky breasts. Your hands sweep around, trying to pull any of this off, but it was like your body was fighting you. Instead of complying, they move to your sides, flipping over to tan the other side of them. You start to freak out. No control. No power. Your body was not your own. Only then your sister walked up holding a tray of mimosas…
“Hey Sis! Looks like you might be waking up finally. You’re such a heavy sleeper! You’re probably wondering what’s going on. You made fun of me choosing to be a hostess at such a luxury resort, calling me a slut that’ll play grab ass with rich old men that I think it’s clear that I needed to teach you a lesson! Now all dolled up, I won’t need to play hard to get as they’ll all be interested in you. Now drink up Barbie!”
With that, she handed you a pink mimosa that your body instinctively grabbed. It trickled down your throat as your thoughts drifted away.
Who knows when you’ll wake up or what state you’ll be in. Just enjoy your mimosa darling. It’s out of your control now~
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Happy Friday everyone! 🥳
With how warm it’s starting to get in Florida, I just knew it was finally time for a Summer themed caption!
Hope you enjoy your summers darlings! Who could be unhappy looking so pretty~
Till next time!
Love,
Bea 🩵🪽
